Time to go to hockey practice. After I lace up skates I usually sit in the stands and, interspersed with proud hockey-mom cheers, I read a book. I am embarrassed enough to admit to my literary friends that I'm reading Dan Brown, but am I really ashamed to be seen with a Dan Brown book at hockey practice? I seriously debated leaving the book at home. When the Davinci Code swept the earth with its shocking and scandalous Jesus conspiracy I gobbled it up like cheesecake. Brown has his bases covered when it comes to analytical research. So what if his writing style is simple and plot driven. Most readers will skip the poetry and take adventure any day. I felt the same way about Angels & Demons and Deception Point. They were impossible, but still believable. Lost Symbol didn't hook me as much as the others, but the intensity was still there. Digital Fortress is an earlier book; not his best and outdated. I still finished it.
So why do I keep reading this stuff? My intellectual gears might be grinding to a halt, but I am thoroughly entertained! I can't help it! However civilized I may claim to be, I can't hide my addiction to adrenaline. So mock me if you want. Say I've jumped on the mindless entertainment bandwagon. I admit it man! There is a reason why adventure sells and poetry doesn't. Don't mock Brown for exploiting the niche.
At least I didn't show up to hockey practice with my favourite copy of Twilight!